
Jim McMahon/Mapman®
Imagine being held in a small cement room with dozens of other kids. The toilet is in the corner, with no door for privacy or soap to wash your hands. Your clothes are dirty, and you can’t remember the last time you showered. Your meals are the same every day: instant oatmeal, soup, and microwaved burritos. There are only a few beds, so at night you share a thin mat on the floor with other children. You’re exhausted, but it’s hard to sleep. The lights are always on, and all around you, kids sob for relatives they haven’t seen in days or even weeks. You try not to think about your mamá and papá, but sometimes you end up crying too.
This might sound like a scene from a movie, but for roughly a year and a half, it has been a reality for thousands of